[Diva pressed Conrad's knife close against her side when Ashton's final agony began, her eyes slipping half shut as she listened. And then he stilled, slipping into near death and her body relaxed and a smile flitted across her lips. Stage one complete.]
[Wandering closer to Faith, Diva shook her head and corrected her language. Not a vamp, but...] Chevalier, or at least he will be soon. Are you worried? You should be. Not everyone survives a turning. But, Ashton wasn't going to survive anyway now was he? [Her smile was cold, daring. What was done could not be undone. Was Faith going to pick a fight?]